something's gotta give
I am so behind on reading journals. I'll catch up soon, I promise.
My coworker and I have been at the office all day, after being here till 11:00 last night, and we're going to need to come in tomorrow too. This is after two days of running around like crazy people, and for me, weeks on end of working till, on average, 8:00. I'm really excited these days if I get home before 9:00. I usually don't mind, but I am getting worn out.
Normally I would tell her to stay home tomorrow, since there's no sense two people coming in, but I'm going to be selfish and let her. I'm so tired my head is spinning and I can't stop shaking. (I think it's from being tired, anyway.) This upcoming week is not going to be any better - and this just gets us through orientation. After that, I don't know. I keep looking for an end, and I can't find one.
Meh. I'll be better tomorrow once I stop feeling like a train ran over me. Right now, all I want to do is go curl up and sleep, and I'm bitter that I can't.
::insert sound of world's tiniest violin here::
Writing has been going pretty much nowhere, but I'm guessing it's because it requires functioning brain cells, and I don't have any to spare. Soon, honest. I miss it.
OK, back to work, or I might as well sleep here. :-P
My coworker and I have been at the office all day, after being here till 11:00 last night, and we're going to need to come in tomorrow too. This is after two days of running around like crazy people, and for me, weeks on end of working till, on average, 8:00. I'm really excited these days if I get home before 9:00. I usually don't mind, but I am getting worn out.
Normally I would tell her to stay home tomorrow, since there's no sense two people coming in, but I'm going to be selfish and let her. I'm so tired my head is spinning and I can't stop shaking. (I think it's from being tired, anyway.) This upcoming week is not going to be any better - and this just gets us through orientation. After that, I don't know. I keep looking for an end, and I can't find one.
Meh. I'll be better tomorrow once I stop feeling like a train ran over me. Right now, all I want to do is go curl up and sleep, and I'm bitter that I can't.
::insert sound of world's tiniest violin here::
Writing has been going pretty much nowhere, but I'm guessing it's because it requires functioning brain cells, and I don't have any to spare. Soon, honest. I miss it.
OK, back to work, or I might as well sleep here. :-P